roman candles are sparked when the star is ignited. they eject, not only fireworks, but an entire vision.
so aim. ignite. and watch the world explode.
. . .
"this is stupefying," clare muttered, her voice low and graceful as if worried she might shatter the moment with sound.
eli's arms wove around her small frame, pulling her back against his chest. he kissed the side of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.
their eyes focused on the sparks shooting into the sky, and eli was suddenly grateful that he had taken the time to convince clare to go through with this despite her protests. and by the look in her eyes, he knew that she felt the same. eli tightened his grip and clare leaned back, her hands falling in place over his.
"light a roman candle with me, just a roman candle," eli whispered against her hair and clare giggled softly.
"i appreciate romantic endeavors, but really, eli, your horrid vocal skills are killing the moment," clare insisted, turning her head up towards the boy.
eli gasped dramatically, "I happen to think my voice is impeccable," he remarked, pinching her side.
"that's because that ego of yours is abnormally large," she insisted, pulling herself from his grip and already beginning to walk backwards. she knew what was coming.
"'oh?" eli quirked a brow, taking a step towards her.
"no witty sarcastic retort?" clare challenged, crossing her arms.
eli darted forward and clare all but squealed, turning and running as fast as her feet would carry her.
. . .
the song he whispered to her that night blasted from the speakers of his laptop. it was nearly three in the morning, and eli was wide awake, nostalgia washing over him. the same thoughts raced through his head. scattered and uncensored.
eli pressed the heel of his hands tight against his eyes. he missed her.
a ten minute drive and he'd be within her reach, but it wasn't the same.
he missed her.
A/N: Still confused? It's all right, so am I.